Reign One Shot

You tended to enjoy mealtime, especially when it involved just you and Francis, along with those whom were serving you. Most of the time you were to have mealtime with the whole of the French Court, but on a rare occasion your husband was able to sweep you away and allow the two of you a peaceful eating time in your shared chambers.

Two servants lay down your plates and made sure the two of you were content before waiting outside your chambers to be called back in to remove the plates.

You raised your fork to your mouth as your husband spoke to you.

"I am glad to have you to myself tonight," he smiled cheekily. "It is nice to be away from everyone else even just to eat."

You nodded your head. "I do love your family Francis, but it does tire me to listen to your mother over dinner."

He let out a gentle chuckle. "I understand completely."

It was true. You did love his family, you enjoyed their company, but it did become tiresome to spend all your time with them. Due to Francis spending a lot of his time on royal matters you were commonly stuck in the company of his mother, who did her best to criticise most of what you did due to her not deeming you good enough for her son.

You didn't take it to heart though, Catherine was a protective mother, but she was good at keeping her children safe. Having not known her too long it didn't surprise you that she didn't trust you just yet, but you did hope she would soon enough.

The two of you continued to chat, but you tried to hide the fact that you begun to feel under the weather. It wasn't uncommon for someone to come down with something. So many people around each other did that. However, it wasn't something you had experienced before.

Your head begun to hurt along with being light headed. You held onto the edge of the table hoping it would pass but it didn't seem like it would. Closing your eyes for a moment to compose yourself, led to you opening them to a blur.

Doing your best to stay calm and let the feeling pass, your stomach begun to sting as well. The last thing you heard through the succumbing darkness was Francis calling your name as you hit the floor.

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Written by Charlotte.

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